Our little Edson was attacked, and we carried him to the great Physician. I took him in my arms, and in the name of Jesus rebuked the disease. He felt relief at once, and as a sister commenced praying for the Lord to heal him, the little fellow of three years looked up in astonishment, and said, “They need not pray any more, for the Lord has healed me.” He was very weak, but the disease made no further progress. Yet he gained no strength. Our faith was still to be tried. For three days he ate nothing. {LS 144.1}

(144) Vor lille Edson blev angrebet, og vi bar ham til den store Læge. Jeg tog ham i mine arme, og irettesatte sygdommen i Jesu navn. Han mærkede straks en lindring, og idet en søster begyndte at bede til Herren efter helbredelse, så den lille kammerat på tre år op i forbavselse, og sagde: "De behøver ikke at bede mere, for Herren har helbredt mig." Han var meget svag, men sygdommen gjorde ikke yderligere fremskridt. Alligevel fik han ingen styrke. Vor tro skulle stadig prøves. I tre dage spiste han ikke noget.